#ship: hops

[drewgriffin]

@artyeliane

[drewgriffin]

@artyeliane

[drewgriffin]

Drew squeezed her ass. “Bunny.” He’d teased as she easily hopped into his arms. “Glad you showed up when I texted. I was sure your stubborn ass was gonna say you had your own beer.” He carried her from the quiet kitchen up to his bedroom, empty beer bottles rinsed in the sink to dry so he could put them in the recycling in the morning. “Is it too early in our evening for me to ask to do this aga-” Maybe she’d done it, maybe his self-conscious was telling him to shut up, that he normally never talked this much, but his mouth met hers and he forget everything except the taste of hops on Bunny’s tongue.